In his bedroom, Kurt was getting ready to head to New York with his boyfriend. Kurt'sparents were renting an apartment for them until they could afford one of their own. The apartment was okay, but they had a lot of things to fix before making the place livable. They wouldn't want to wake up with an outlined body made of crime scene tape on the floor. But it was all Burt and Carole could afford.

Blaine offered to pitch in, but the Hudmels denied the help. "Don't be silly." Carole would say. "We will take care of it."

Kurt and Blaine had a light argument on where they wanted to go. Blaine wanted to go to Winnipeg, Manitoba in Canada, but Kurt insisted on going to New York.
When they arrived at New York, Blaine realized that it wasn't so bad. Though he still wanted to go to Winnipeg. He made Kurt promise that even if they couldn't live there, they would visit sometime.It was a long fly; and a long drive from the airport to the building.

Their apartment was tiny. It was a one bedroom that desperately needed Kurt's help.

After one week, Kurt finally got the place to look more than decent. It was a wonder how he was so good at decorating.

It was still summer and they had under a month till school started. They decided to make the most of New York before having to begin school at New York University of Arts. So they did a lot of sight seeing, shopping, walking around and eating.Kurt had been there once before, but that was a while ago. He was happy to be in New York City, the greatest of all places with the most important person. His boyfriend.

One day, after a nice long walk in Central Park, the boys came home and Blaine noticed something. Oddly, he never noticed it before.

"Has everything always been teal, light gray and white?" He turned his head lop-sided.

"Well, it's taken you a long time to notice. What do you think?" Kurt asked. He took a look at his hard work.

"It's... Nice. But, it needs life." Blaine said, looking at Kurt as he say on the couch. It was white with teal throw-pillows.

"Life? How so?" Kurt raised an eyebrow and sat next to him.

"Oh, i don't know. Like pictures and stuff. Or more colour. Something to.. Give it... life!"

Kurt sat down on the couch crossing one leg over the other. He grabbed a magazine and handed it to Blaine. "In that case, why don't you give it life..."

"Okay. I'll be back in like an hour." Blaine smirked and left.

Kurt watched Blaine leave. He had a way of him that Kurt loved. He wondered what Blaine was getting. He decided to prepare dinner. By the time dinner was ready, Blaine had come home.

"What did you get?" Kurt asked, meeting him at the door.

Kurt looked at Blaine from head to toe. Then toe again. That second time he saw a cute little puppy standing proud, looking up at Kurt.

"Awe, where did you... wait? Is that the 'life' you were talking about?" Kurt remembered the conversation they had earlier.

Blaine went back and forth on his heels. "This may or may not be the life I was talking about," he smiled. "In fact, it is the life I was talking about. She's a Papillon. Isn't she cute?"

"Yeah. Um, where did you her her from? Who did you steel her from?" Kurt questioned. He knew they couldn't afford to buy a Papillon.

"She's ours. I adopted her from the humane center. I've been thinking of adopting her for a while now. I signed papers a few days ? I don't steal animals, Kurt," he chuckled. The Papillion barked once. Then he circled Kurt and Blaine in a playful manner.

Kurt giggled. "Okay. What's her name?" Kurt asked.

"I was thinking of a few names. One of them being Cho-Chang, but I thought that you should have a say in it too."

"Cho-Chang? Really Blaine? Really?" Kurt paused. "Actually, she looks like a Cho-Chang."

"Doesn't she though?" he asked. "As you can see, she has already added life to our apartment."

"A lot of life. She's cute. Is she house trained?" Kurt asked, looking at the puppy with too much energy.

He put his hand on his head. "I don't think so..." The puppy was running around the house never once stopping for breath.

"Well, you better get to work on that. Do you have food for the hyper puppy?" Kurt asked, pointing at Cho-Chang.

"Well, you wanted life and this little one is going to bring you a lot of it," he chuckled. Kurt went back into the kitchen. "By the way, I made dinner."

"Okay. Let me set up her dish." Blaine said.

"Let me do that, you'll put it in the wrong spot or something. And let's see if i like the colours of stuff you bought." Kurt walked past Blaine, grabbing the bag of dog supplies.

Blaine blinked his eyes a few times. "Am I always doing something wrong? I would have put the bowl in the right spot" he said quietly. He scratched Cho-Chang behind her ear. She enjoyed it so much that she rolled over on her back.

"Blaine. Why don't we chose a spot to put it?" Kurt said after a sigh.

"That sounds fine," he said. "Where shall we put it?"

After 20 minutes of walking around the tiny place deciding where to put Cho-Chang's stuff, the decided on the end of the counter would be best. There was a small spot to pt dining furniture, but too small for the stuff Kurt wanted. And instead of dining furniture, they put Puppy-Care stuff in that corner.

Blaine looked around at the apartment which now had life. He felt as if everything was now complete.

He stood back as Kurt set up the bowls to admire his boyfriend and his new puppy.

As Kurt bent over, little Cho-Chang hopped around him. The dishes Blaine got for the puppy were pink, black and hot pink and said "Chow" on the inside. Kurt approved but wanted to get personalized cups for his special pup.

"Cho! Cho-Chang! Come here!" Blaine called in a high-pitched voice. The puppy didn't move. Kurt pointed in Blaine's direction. Blaine called Cho-Chang's name one more time. The puppy happily trotted over to her other daddy.

"Good girl!" Blaine squealed. He smothered her in pats. He picked her up and kissed the top hf her head, then gave her a Milk-Bone. Kurt got excited and called the dog's name. It took her a few tries, but after a bit she came. They totally forgot about dinner. They were so engrossed with playing with Cho-Chang that the food got cold.

They did that for half an hour, just having Cho-Chang run back and forth, trying to remember her name

"Blaine? We should eat dinner soon." Kurt suggested.

"Yeah, you're probably right." Blaine agreed.

"Did the person at the Humane Center tell you when she should be fed?" Kurt asked.

"Yeah, actually. Half a cup in the morning, and half at night. And give her more as she grows. The lady said her parents were rescued from puppy mills, but her mom had to be put down. She also said that this little one was the runt." Blaine said, looking at Cho-Chang.

"A lot of runts turn out to be the smartest and longest living." Kurt stated a fact.

"Kurt, I think we'll have to microwave the food. What did you make anyways?" Blaine asked.

"I had made drumsticks and a green salad. There's raspberry, Italic, ranch and Balsamic dressing." Kurt answered. "You feed Cho-Chang and I'll get or plates ready." Kurt said. Cho-Chang looked up at Kurt when she heard her name.